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Patreoff: https://orrery.prismaticmedia.com/2017/12/29/patreoff/

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a lack of aftermarket wing prosthetics in a woefully human-centric medical community is only an obstacle to regaining your flight abilities if you let it be https://scalie.business/media/-mw5xSTkeF1PYPyE8Oc

Habari gani, brothers and sisters? Day four of Kwanzaa is all about Ujamaa, or Cooperative Economics. I like to think of it as Black Empowered Socialism. :)
https://jakebe.com/2017/12/29/kwanzaa-day-4-ujamaa-cooperative-economics/

Lottie and I want to make a game together, and we want to code it ourselves (rather than use something like unity)

What programming language should we use and why?

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Day 3 of Kwanzaa focuses on Ujima, or Collective Work and Responsibility: https://jakebe.com/2017/12/28/kwanzaa-day-3-ujima-collective-work-and-responsibility/

And that's the first draft of Familiar Flesh done. 6234 words. Editing needs to happen, clearly, but the hardest part of the work is complete.

Well, no, they're all the hardest part. One of the hardest parts is done. The "getting it out of my head" part is done. The "making it look pretty" part will take work.

Hey folks, I'll be writing about Kwanzaa ALL WEEK on my blog. I want to introduce the holiday to folks who've only heard about it while also talking about why it's personally significant to me. :)
https://jakebe.com/2017/12/26/kwanzaa-day-1-umoja-unity/

... I've recapitulated Captain Eo. With sex. But not with Anjelica Huston's character. I think that's okay.

The artist had even offered a list of epithets for the Baron to admire in one corner of the frame: Liberality, Athleticism, Victory, Integrity, Charity.

"Lasich" was the Classic word for "weasel," one of the only creatures immune to the cockatrice’s touch.

“My compliments,” I offered evenly. “Do you feel it does you justice?”

“Best painting I’ve ever sat for, and I’ve had dozens,” the baron replied from the head of the table. “Sit; your pacing is making me tired.” #writing

Over the fireplace hung a canvas, grotesque in its lavish detail. A wounded cockatrice occupied much of the center bottom of the image, a single bolt through the poor creature's neck, her blood pooling on the grass below. Above, dominating the frame, stood Baron Decebel. He wore an improbably red hunting jacket and cradled a still-cocked crossbow with one thumb on the bolt and one foot perched on the fallen animal, his face turned towards the heavens. #writing

It me.